Way Back Then

But don’t follow me, darling;
I’m not going where you need to go.
This bus doesn’t stop on freeway
overpasses. This bus barrels through
the night until it reaches its
final destination, comes to a stop,
is explored by voracious crabs
and enterprising sea birds. Don’t
follow me unless you want to come
to ruin on some stinking shore,
the least picturesque beach
in America, as declared by
Readers Digest, in some foxed
issue I found in the garbage
behind a doctor’s office,
back when I was a scavenger.
Back and back and way back then.

And with that, I’m all caught up. This was for the PAD Chapbook Challenge, Day 14. Prompt: a “follow” poem.


2 thoughts on “Way Back Then

    • Thanks! And yes, I’ve been catching up on prompts I missed while I was out of town. In the past, I’ve tried to write while traveling, but it always, well, sucks. Just not in the right frame of mind. I’m going to resume my normal pace now — one per day for the rest of November. 🙂

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